[Deemer]
(Masha joins Treplev in the garden.)
MASHA: Are you all right?
TREPLEV: I'm fine.
MASHA: Your mother feels bad.
TREPLEV: She's an actress. She's acting as if she feels bad.
MASHA: I loved your play.
TREPLEV: Did you?
MASHA: What I saw of it.
TREPLEV: What did you like about it?
MASHA: Everything.
TREPLEV: That covers a lot of ground. What, for example?
MASHA: I liked Nina. She's very good.
TREPLEV: What about the play?
MASHA: I told you I loved it.
TREPLEV: Could you be more specific?
MASHA: What do you mean?
TREPLEV: What specificly did you like about the play?
MASHA: I told you, I liked Nina.
TREPLEV: Her acting. What about her character, her language?
MASHA: Of course. I liked everything.
TREPLEV: How did the play make you feel?
MASHA: Proud to know you.
TREPLEV: If it had been written by someone you didn't know, how would it make you feel?
MASHA: But I know you!
TREPLEV: But if you didn't . . .?
MASHA: Why are you asking me all these questions?
TREPLEV: To find out what you like about the play.
MASHA: I told you I like everything. I just came to tell you your mother wants to apologize and I know how bad she made you feel and I wanted you to know that I loved your play so maybe you'd feel better.
TREPLEV: You want me to feel better. This is your motivation?
MASHA: Why are you doing this to me?
TREPLEV: Because you're a stupid young girl! You haven't the slightest idea what my play is about!
(He storms off into the house. Masha follows him.)